*EDIT: Hair snipping is not as dramatic as stopping his vasectomy the first time, which I did.
Thing 1: "Labor Day Ham."
Look into that pan, people. If you are new here, I refer you to this post or encourage you to search "ham" on this blog. Then you will understand my desperate saga called, "Ham Wars."
And yes, that is a candy thermometer. Don't ask. I'm like Charlie Brown, and the ham is the nemesis football, which is kind of ironic, since footballs are often called "pigskins."
I just want to know what is so freaky-deaky hard about throwing a 10 lb ham into a pan, adding a little water and baking at 325* for 18 minutes per pound?
Should it come out looking like I put it in a kiln? "Good grief!"
Thing 2: Progress Report on my Kitchen
Back on July 30, I posted about being bullied by home-decor TV shows into tearing down my "ghastly" floral border in my kitchen and starting a whole new re-do. I asked for advice on which paper I should use on my accent wall and posted samples for readers to see. As a result, I received, I'm pretty sure, the highest number of comments I've ever received on a regular post in three years of blogging.
You all really care about me. Or about wallpaper. In fact, apparently, you Ken Lee wallpaper.
You will be happy to know that one full month and a couple of days later, I have that wallpaper up! Woot! And I have some color on my walls. And can I just tell you that for my traditional, neutral self, I went WILD.As soon as I get things up on the wall and cabinets re-painted, I'll post.
Thing 2, part B: I am also happy to report that in spite of wallpapering together, and by the grace of God, Jorge and I are still married! Woot!
They say if your marriage can withstand wallpapering or building a new home together, you're good for a lifetime. I think it says a lot that wallpapering is the only single task listed up there with building a building together. I think that speaks to the intensity of the task and the probability of something going terribly wrong.
And it did. Sort of.
I could've sworn I got that first sheet up on the level line.
And I did. Sort of.
You can imagine the low rumble of frustration Jorge felt when he came in to help and our pattern was climbing up the wall.
But we got that all straightened out.
And then at one point, at the end of the long day when we were so beat and our patience was wearing so very thin, I was sitting at the kitchen table doing something with the wallpaper, and Jorge was standing nearby and talking to me about some minuscule thing, and I don't know what possessed him, but he reached out like it was nothing, as if he were brushing a feather off my hair, and SNIPPED MY HAIR WITH SCISSORS.
SNIPPED. MY. HAIR.
Can you say, "Unleash the beast!"?
Well, time has passed since then, and he is still walking around, all coherent and everything, so I did no permanent damage.
And the wallpaper is up. I can't wait to show you!
Has your spouse ever done a spur-of-the-moment, totally INSANE thing?